You never truly understand how bad it was until you're explaining to someone else,
They go quiet,
Their face softens,
Their voice a low whisper,
The cogs turning in their brain desperately trying to figure out the right thing to say,
And they all say the same thing,
"You're so strong"
No, I'm not, I'm breaking inside and the cracks are beginning to show on the surface
"It's not your fault"
I know, I was just a child trying to be a child
"I'm so sorry"
Don't give me your pity
"But it made you stronger"
I didn't need to be stronger, I was a child, I needed to be safe
I needed to be happy,
I needed a home,
Not a battlefield,
I needed a dad,
Not a dictator,
Not an abuser,
I needed to be a child.
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Notes From An Overactive Thinker
General FictionThis series consists of all the short writings that i write in my notes, most of it will give you an insight into how my brain works and most of them are just little pieces I wrote when I had the inspiration. Enjoy <3
